Short Aye Aye Poems

Short Aye Aye Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Aye Aye by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Aye Aye by length and keyword.


Premium Member The Beast From Lodi

I, I am an aye aye
I'm from Lodi
Hi-dee-ho-di
I, I'm a shoo fly pie
Wearing tie dye
Buzzing sky high
I do not lie guy.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A cock and bull tale - Risque Rhyme


New farmer whose first name is Guy Confesses he's using AI His cows are sans bulls But for lassies he pulls He uses his todger - AYE AYE!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Ode to Artificial Intelligence

Aye,Aye A.I., bring it on!
I fear you not!
Let's see what you got.

To be creative is a human thing,
passed to us by God.
To write, to speak,to sing.

So bring it on A.I.
Let's see what you can do!

I know what you are not.
The creative part, to us from God,
is what we passed to you.

Pirate Babblin'

Nine turns o' lunar
sailin' ace wit' me schooner
suckin' me pointer
plucked orf me decks 's'twere
me lingo sucks, yo'd concur?

Ahoy, me mateys.  Me scrawlin' me be servin' anent th' mugshot o' th' wordy wench
Linda-Marie, th' sweetheart o' these 'ere waters.  Go shakin' yo' ample booty, worthy
lass, 'n heed me pennin' wit' favor.  Aye, aye, Cap'n.  Arrrrgh!!!
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Lefty's Got It All Righty

Left brain to right brain, 
“Are you there?” 
“Aye, aye, right here, Lefty.” 
“What’s going on over there?” 
“Nothing much, you?” 
“Me, j u s t  e v e r y t h i n g, sooo really, ‘nothing much?’” 
“Well, maybe something.” 
“Oh yeah, what? 
                          Well, what?” 

“I control what’s right, the left!” 
“Whatever, I control what’s left, that’s right, the rights!


Christos As the Serpent Being Raised In the Wilderness To Cure the Blind

I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host.

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